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samanthinator
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Daniel Heartshire would never admit it, but he was nervous. Standing on platform 9 3/4 for the second time at the beginning of the new school year, you'd think he'd be less anxious about it. He had gone through the routine before, after all.
He wasn't.
The thirteen year old bounced nervously on his heels, glancing around. His suitcase, along with a new broom and a cage containing his cat, Tom, were in the cart beside him. He'd insisted that his mother let him board the train alone, but Daniel was beginning to regret that decision. She was the one that had supplied the wizard in his bloodline, as she was a pureblood. His father was a Muggle, and a businessman.
The kid, himself, was short. Skinny, too. His hair was an intense black, smoothed back with hair gel. Dark brown eyes appraised the almost empty station, as it was merely ten minutes to ten and the train wasn't due to arrive for another forty minutes. He was dressed in his uniform, the colors marking him as a Ravenclaw.
Swallowing, he steered the cart over to an empty bench and sat down.
His cat meowed softly, as if sensing the boy's distress. Daniel smiled softly, reaching into the cage and petting the midnight black animal. Tom purred softly in response, rubbing against the offered hand.
"This will be a good year, right, Tom?" he asked quietly, more to reassure himself than to ask the cat's opinion.
He wasn't.
The thirteen year old bounced nervously on his heels, glancing around. His suitcase, along with a new broom and a cage containing his cat, Tom, were in the cart beside him. He'd insisted that his mother let him board the train alone, but Daniel was beginning to regret that decision. She was the one that had supplied the wizard in his bloodline, as she was a pureblood. His father was a Muggle, and a businessman.
The kid, himself, was short. Skinny, too. His hair was an intense black, smoothed back with hair gel. Dark brown eyes appraised the almost empty station, as it was merely ten minutes to ten and the train wasn't due to arrive for another forty minutes. He was dressed in his uniform, the colors marking him as a Ravenclaw.
Swallowing, he steered the cart over to an empty bench and sat down.
His cat meowed softly, as if sensing the boy's distress. Daniel smiled softly, reaching into the cage and petting the midnight black animal. Tom purred softly in response, rubbing against the offered hand.
"This will be a good year, right, Tom?" he asked quietly, more to reassure himself than to ask the cat's opinion.
